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Jacob Worren

Mage, walker of realms, and a reaper.

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a character in “The Multiverse”, as played by Booker_Dewit47

Description

Name: Jacob Warren
Age: 17
Class: Reaper
Race: Human
Height: 5’10
Archive: Invidia, "Envy"
Thema: Expectatio: This Thema allows the use of Shamanic Spell magic. This magic allows its user to cast illusions and/or manipulate the wind, which compliments Jacobs Ninjutsu very practically
Secondary Thema: Fides: This Thema allows the use of Mantra Enchantment, a spell craft involving the use of runes over the user's body, strengthening them and/or manifesting their power into external forms.

Eyes: They have a natural grey hue, but when entering his Magus form, they turn a demonic red.
Grimorie: The Astil clock, also known as the “Masons pocket watch”. When manifesting (the rare times she will) it will take on a female form. When not in use, he will wrap it around his wrist/hand, with the watch being kept in his left palm. It has the symbol of the masonic lodge on it, it’s unknown if its means something, or it is just for looks. He offend refers to her as “Lisa”. (Pronounced “lysa”)
Looks: He is tall, skinny, and built well for someone his size and age. He has short cut jet black hair.
Cloths: a pair of blue jeans, Wight tee shirt, and a pair of black combat boots, add a black hooded cloak, and a red bandanna he wears around his face, when needed. He also has a pair of black rimmed glasses and a small black ring on his right hand.

Magus form: a set of black leather thieves’ armor, a black hooded cloak, and leather combat boots.

Weapons: He has two sets of weapons, His regular load out, and his magic load out. The first is his regular load out, being a master of Ninjutsu, his primary is a Kunai throwing knife and his 45. Pistol. His magical load out consists of his Grimorie (in its weapon form) AKA: a 6 foot tall scythe.

Likes: Redheads, intelligence, a good challenge in battle
Dislikes: Injustice, cruelty to the innocent, Assholes.


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So begins...

Jacob Worren's Story

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He walked through the vortex, his hands hidden by the cloak around him, his face hidden as well. "Well then, looks like you got here pretty easily", he said to the orb and then looked around the room. He could feel the presence of the other beings in the room and took note of any magical aura, of witch there was little to none. He then noticed the four limp men on the ground. He turned back to the orb, "Tell your master that I have gotten here fine, and that he better tell me the whole reason for contacting me next time he needs me." Turning back to the others, he spoke, "So, you have questions, I can answer them, so let us begin."

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"We are the Demiarch Empire, the children of The White Sun. I am one of multiple beings known as Eyes of the White Sun. I cannot cause you harm directly, so you do not have to worry about me. In many languages, I am what is considered a 'prophet' and he is my 'disciple'. I bring a message that can not be spoken of but by the works of our hands. We seek peace, but we are willing to do what it takes to ensure peace. So join us, fear us not, and accept the ways of The White Sun, and together this 'cursed' place can become a power in this realm. One that will be sought by many empires, but will never suffer. So answer shortly, because our work is about to begin." The orb spoke before the vortex would glow a bright green.

The vortex would become engulfed in green energy for a minute. The green faded away and left a vortex that would remind the room of a black hole. From the opposite side, hidden by the vortex, being would exit. The vortex, being rather close to the front entrance, would allow this first group of three to vanish outside without any detection. Following these three would begin the actual workers who would make this thing happen.

Three beings made of a stone and garbed in a black camouflage uniform with the Star of Luciphaeus(A crimson, side-ways Star of David) on the right shoulder, harboring rifles made of a metallic stone, would exit the vortex and pivot to the left, taking a defensive formation facing the group. Three more would roll around the right of the vortex with an offensive formation in the situation that the other group had been attacked, they would surprise them. No shots were fired, but the soldiers kept their formation while a total of sixteen more soldiers would exit out the front door and begin to search the small, run-down, village built in the side of a rock.

Behind these soldiers, stone beings in construction style uniforms with blue hard hats, would exit the vortex. Each of these workers were carrying different tools. After about twelve exited, one would return in. Two of the workers would begin putting posts under the rafters of the second floor in the front of the room.

Once the posts were up, these same two laborers would take a saw that used a circular blade made of rampaging electricity. This blade would rip through wall along the top and down the sides. Once the saw turned off, they would take their right foot and stomp the side of wall. When they did, the forty-two feet long wall fell forward, creating a loud thud and sending a cloud of red dust up to fill the building and air outside.

"ALRIGHT! SEND 'EM THROUGH!" One of the laborers would yell.

As he did, construction equipment would begin rolling out of the vortex. The first piece was similar to a backhoe and the second piece was a large truck, about the size of a diesel truck. The top of this truck would barely miss the ceiling. In this truck was a load of shovels, maddixs, wheelbarrows, a variety of hand tools for digging, masonry, and concrete.

The laborers would grab shovels and wheelbarrows off this truck. They would take these tools and begin digging in the ground seeking a 32' wide, 18' long, and 8' deep. They would dig down through what seemed like a nutrient rich dirt when they reached two feet below the current ground level. The digging would stop about eight feet, through dust, dirt, rock, and rust. It was odd, the top two feet of soil was dead, literally dust and sand. Below this, it was capable to sustain certain breeds of plants. No matter, this was something the construction workers would only inform certain people of.

Two laborer remained behind to set the pipes, tech, and reinforcement. The laborers were lowered about forty-eight pipes, extending 10' in length and 4" in circumference. They would use a piece of equipment that blast through the ground with an electric beam, going the extent that the pipes would. This would literally vaporize the material in it's path, letting off nothing but a puff of steam. Following this, they would place the pipes with another piece of equipment that pushed them into the ground as the laborers connected the ends of the pipes together.

Next was a heavy duty wire caging that the laborers would lie across the ground, cutting out around the pipes. Following this, a piece of tech equipment was lowered. It was about three feet wide and two feet tall. The laborers would then connect this tech equip, which was a power generator, with the piping on the ground. They would then connect piping to the top of the tech, sticking it two feet above ground, and to the right of the vortex. It produced a thermostat that would fluctuate the temperature of the ground while producing energy through the blessing of Bio-Nuclear Tech.

Across the top of these pipes running from the tech, the laborers would place another round of wiring. Once done, they would hand up all the tools and climb out. These two laborers would then take off into the vortex. A few minutes later, they would exit and extend large rubber hoses, similar to a concrete hose, to the end of the hole. They would connect a tip to each one and hold the end in the air at their waist, with their dominant hand extended forward to hold the tip. A metallic concrete, known the Demiarchals as Cerenium would begin to flow into the hold from these hoses.

When the hole was filled 1'8", a laborer would lower itself into the hole, walking across the wire, and to the tech. It would then open a latch and place a glass canister inside it. Following the close of the latch, it would then exit and the Cerenium would begin flowing into the hole once again until it was two feet below the ground level.

Multiple laborers would begin placing 22" wide beams across the Cerenium, creating a solid ground to be crossed till it dried. It didn't take long after the hole was covered for equipment to start coming out of the vortex again. This time, there was an extra two feet. The paving equipment would begin their duty upon exit.

One large piece of equipment would use an electric rolling wheel to vaporize the ground to a level path for roads to be laid. The ground would then begin to be laid with piping and structural support. The piping would not connect to what was placed earlier. It would connect to other things.

Once done, a tanker style piece of equipment would exit the vortex, and behind it was a piece of equipment connected by massive hoses. These hoses would feed Cerenium from the tanker to the equipment, paving out a black Cerenium for these roads. For now, this would lock the beings in this building, taking about four hours to dry for walking, six for driving.

"So....Who's ready to bring life to this planet? Who's ready earn their spot in this realm and prepare their place in a home on the White Sun?" The orb chimed gleefully due to what had just begun.

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(Can't read it, too long, no time)

"Um...okay then. let's do this thing!"

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"Well, I guess we are going to be here for a bit, so I might introduce my self", he said, flipping back the hood of the robe, revealing his short cut brown hair, grey eyes, and unsmiling face. "He" he pointed towards the orb, "If you call him a prophet, consider me the black hand of the Empire, AKA: I am a Demiarchal, second in command to the Demimarch himself, and good friend of said Demimarch." he said, moving towards the table in front of him, sitting down, he spoke again. "I am Jacob, Jacob Warren, Mage, Reaper, walker of realms, and General in the Demimraches army, as well as his adviser, so, who the fuck might you all be?" He could see the girl nervously grip her sword and he looked her way, "I don't advise drawing that sword, wont get you far against me", under his robes, out of sight of them, his own right hand griped one of the Kunai knifes he kept. It would take him nothing more then a slight flick of the wrist to send the knife in to the girls throat, it would be a waste of I admittedly good looking girl at most.

He could feel the stare of the people as he waited for there countless questions to bombard him and let his mind scan the surrounding universe. He could tell there were pocket of magic in this realm, mainly centered around two planets, well, one planet and one floating city. It was a forging magic to him, which was good as it meant most of it wouldn't be a threat to him.

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A loud boom filled the room. One of the Demiarchal soldiers would place a round in the bottom of the wooden window frame, causing splinters to go flying. The other soldiers would raise their rifle at the window, following the girl as she would make her move. It was a bad idea for her to try and make a run like that.

Following the gun shot from the rifle, one of the soldiers would rush forward, aiming to cut the woman off from the window. These soldiers were not trained to play or let anyone escape. In their minds, with her fleeing, she could become a threat towards everything they were there to do.

One of the soldiers would yell towards the woman while everything was going on, "Ma'am! Cease! If you fail to oblige, we will have no other option but force!"

Hopefully the woman would get the point and stop in her tracks. Whether she would or not wouldn't really matter now. By the time the shot had hit the window and the soldier shouted at her, the three beings that had snuck out of the vortex earlier would be waiting outside the window for an exit.

The orb laughed a little bit before speaking to Jacob, "This woman will be a problem if she is not taken care of. You can take her and show her a kind hand if you find her possibly useful, or, if you think she cannot be converted, do what you must...Your decision."

The orb would remain in the room while the Cerenium roads would cure. The workers already knew what they were to do and would pave the complete stretch of roads for the base they would soon begin to build up. It would be a matter of days before the real construction would begin and the people here would see what they would receive.

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This whole time, they haven't suspected a thing! They wouldn't suspect anything from a dang girl looking like a serial killer at age 13?! this is just truly sad. Alex whistled with her fingers, and Night jolted over, and with a look, they telepathically discussed the plan once more. She turned wolf form, and ran as fast as she could, catching a bullet in her leg. grabbing Mae in her mouth, with a disagreeing sound from her, I threw Mae onto my back, and flew off. looking behind me, I saw Night, captured in a net. another bullet hit me, this time in the side. after about a mile, which took only about a minute, They crashed into a dead forest. Alex was bleeding, in human form, and clutching her side. "Crap! Man, now they've got night!" I whistle as hard as I can, and surprisingly enough I hear him growl loudly, hiss, and whine. I sent a message- It's okay, we can get you out. I still have one escape wishes. but It'll take a sacrifice.

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Jacobed sighed, gently getting up, he puched the seat back inder the table and turned to the orb, "Right." He took the girls way out, surprising the three soldiers standing there. After returning their salute, he began to use his instinks and training as a ninja, and by extention, a reaper. He stood up and began to walk in the direction he belived they run away in. Hid hood pulled over himself, he prepaired the spell that would alow him to teleport ( RoleplayTabbo, I know, I wont do it much out side of combat) that would fling him towards his prey... their I go again, thinking like a Demon thinking, he felt the shift of sight and sound, he ended up on a rock ridge, and looked around, seing his prey a good 2500 ft ahead of him. He thought back to the bar, and how he really didnt mean to let the chucle slip through his lips, but it was his humur. He crowched behind the rocks, waiting for them to advance.....he smiled when he saw one limping...

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"I barely know you! Put...me..DOWN!" Mae tried to jostle herself from the animal's grip. Her arm bled profusely, leaving crimson drops on the rust colored dirt. The wolf let out a yelp and she was thrown from its back. Bullets whizzed by, and one grazed her leg. Mae cried out in pain. She tried to stand up, but started feeling dizzy. Her injured arm was covered in gritty sand, and she let her head fall back. She looked at the clear sky. Head pounding, she began to pull herself forward through the sand, each movement a stabbing pain. A tranquilizer dart flew by and stuck point-first into the ground. They were really after her. Tears streamed down her face as she made more effort to hide herself. Mae hunched over in agony. Her clothes were covered in blood. The adrenaline started to wear off, and the pain really began to set in. She stayed persistent, pulling her sword from its sheath. She dug it into the tough earth, in an attempt to give her some leverage. An abandoned tent sat lopsidedly against a wire fence. It was only about 8 feet away from her, but it seemed like 8 miles. Her vision began to cloud, and she started growing faint. "I'm sorry, Ariel." She slumped to the ground, unconscious.

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"Such a shame... She could have been something. Maybe he can save them. Who knows? Time to begin rolling with plan." The orb spoke.

The orb would drift outside to the newly Cerenium paved roads. They were being laid out in a specific pattern through the fork in the valley. After about two and a half hours, smaller vehicles and equipment would exit the portal onto the Cerenium exit that was cured enough to hold their weight. The moment they would exit, they would turn off onto the compacted dust ground.

Most of these vehicles contained materials and scaffolding. Occasionally a truck would exit that looked like a convoy truck, but it was loaded with construction crews. Most of these trucks would head to three different points in the valley. It would appear as though they were preparing to build walls of some kind from side to side, and about thirty feet in height.

Trucks would begin to back up to the scaffolding and the laborers would begin to unload large, eighteen inch, solid blocks on the scaffolding. Here behind these trucks were silo parts that would be assembled once the heavy equipment could come through. For now, the scaffolding would continue to be stocked and ready for work.

As for the buildings already there, scaffolding would be built around them. Different styles of stone and brick were used on each building, so they would place the different materials at different points on the scaffold. The orb promised to bring life to this place, and it would do what was necessary to make it happen.

"I believe I should have the them send dirt from Ruula... These people need food." The orb thought before it turned to the room containing a few drunks.

"Would you all like to actually eat?" The orb inquired of the beings left behind, and they followed with a yes nod.

"I'll bring the dirt and water, you will bring yourself to work this. What you produce is all yours. Sell it, eat it, trade it, whatever. It will be your land." The orb spoke.

One drunk spoke up, "Tomorrow... we're drunk right now.", which was followed with a group chuckle among the drunks.

The orb would float away. It knew that they would when they were forced to, and that was all that mattered. It would go to investigate the scaffolding and count down the time before the Cerenium was cured and the work could begin. The orb was also wondering how long it would take Jacob to return.

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Jacob hadn't meant to actually hit the girl, but his training with the 45. has proven to be more useful then needed. He began to walk towards her and found her lying in the sand, pretty much bleeding out all over the place, with a sigh, he knelt down, holstering the 45., he slipped a small medical kit from his belt and began to dress her wounds. After he had bandaged her wounds, and given her a heft dosage of pain killer, he set on to making a makeshift shelter. Using bits and bobs of the fence and the tarp, he made a Arabian style dessert tent, and made a fire to go with it. He used the last of the tarp to cover the girl up. Sitting down by the fire he took to looking at the girls Katana. He said soft "Hmm" as he looked at the blade, as it was a rather well made blade. The hilt was made with the best of craftsmanship that he had seen in a long time...it was the girls stirring from her sleep that broke him out o his trance. "So you awake"...

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Mae's eyes fluttered open. A blinding fire made her shut them again. A bandage was tightly wrapped around her arm and leg, and a scratch from Alex's claws embellished her face. She attempted to sit up, but was held in place by a strong hand. Jacob's grey eyes stared at her, making her feel oddly vulnerable. She felt drowsy and a little distant, though she was unsure whether it was due to the painkillers or the blood loss. Mae wondered how Jacob had managed to catch up to her so fast. Mae watched Jacob as he fingered the hilt of her katana. She noticed something she hadn't really taken the time to notice before. He was devilishly handsome. She had been so caught up in the fact that he could probably kill her with a flick of his thumb, that she had failed to really observe it until now. She was still wary of him, however. If she could run again, she would. He pretty much had complete control of her survival now. Why did Jacob even bother saving her after trying to shoot her? Mae pondered in silence. He didn't seem like the type that would care much about an Elf, especially her. She finally spoke up. "My sword..." It was all she could force from her weak lungs. Jacob looked at her skeptically. "This old thing?"

Mae made a weak attempt to grab it, but was stopped by his sturdy grip on her shoulder. "You gotta lay down. I have had enough of your life essence staining my shirt." Mae looked at Jacobs shirt, now covered in her blood. "H-how long was I out?" He began to tell her what happened.

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"4 hours, 5 at the most", he let a moment pass and spoke again, "I guess your wandering what's going on and who...or what I am in relation to all this." He leaned back and looked up at the sky. "The Demimarch and I go back years...well, years in relation to you and your realm, to me its little more then a year since we first met. Anyway, The Demimarch is a king of sorts, but he doesn't fall for the blunders of past kings. Its scary, actually mainly because I have seen him deal with his enemies before, and because of that, I have managed to steer clear of his wrath." he looked back at her, a dull look in his eyes that were still as sharp as his blades. "He is going to restore peace to this realm, well, his variation of peace." he let another moment pass. "He is going to forge an Empire here, sometime in the future, and the majority of the people here are not going to like it." He got up, and stoked the fire and without looking at her, said "So, how you felling, didn't mean to shoot you like I did, sorry". There was many things that perplexed him about his girl, the fact she was an elf was one thing. The other things were as fallows: the first, was that he could sense a small bit of...well...magic, in her, the other was that she was admirably good looking, really good looking at that

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"Why choose Blackrock? there are hundreds of other planets in the Kreios system that the Demimarch could have chosen. Blackrock has basically no potential other than to be a refuge for scum that can't live anywhere else." Sand-filled wind blew through an opening in the tent. Mae looked down at her bloodstained bandages and sighed. "I never meant to come here...to Blackrock, I mean. I would have much rather ended up on Misrana or Gaia. This place is like a living hell sometimes. People are always trying to either capture me, injure me, or shorten my existence altogether." She picked up a small pebble, tossing it into the dying flame. She cringed as a sting shot through her arm. The painkillers were most likely wearing off. She sighed and looked at the burlap flapping in the harsh desert wind."You could have just left me to die, you know. Why didn't you?"

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The Cerenium had fully cured by now. Larger vehicles, transporting containers like a train, would exit the vortex and go straight to one of the walls. Nine more of these, all containing three containers of building material, would exit the vortex and go to different walls.

Following behind these trucks were cranes that would go directly to the mixing silos and begin unloading them. For the next thirty minutes, the beings would finish preparing for their walls. Not much else would be going on but the silos construction right now.

Once the silos were built, one of the truck would pull up to the silo. The transport vehicle would place itself on the left of the silo and begin sliding open. Inside of these containers were water reservoirs. The drivers would exit their vehicles and climb to the top of the containers and begin hooking lines and hoses to the silos.

Next the lifts would begin lifting and setting large steels boxes on top of the silos. Inside these half sized containers was a dry mix for a Hell Sand mortar mix. This mortar was a new mortar, the sand being mined from raw minerals currently in Hell. The sand is mined from a specific location and is a heavy boost for all dark magic within a thirty yard range of these walls. Also has a high resistance to dark magic, psychics, and earth magic. Not much more is known about it at this time.

It was finally time to begin construction on the walls. The Hell Sand mortar would begin being dished out to the Masonry Demiarchals, and the work would begin. Many of the containers on the train like transports had been removed and they would exit back into the vortex. As soon as all the transports were back in the vortex, five more would exit, carrying three containers each. They would be unloaded separately from the Masonry supplies.

Laborers and lifts would begin unloading these containers. Inside was iron and steel. From beams, to three inch sheets, there was hundreds of different pieces. This work would not begin yet, but it was always good to have ready.

The work masonry would stop at thirteen courses. Cranes and steel workers would begin building a frame on the inside of this wall. The metal works would be the main action for the next couple hours as they completed their part of the wall so the masonry could continue without stopping.

In this time, while the metal workers worked, the transports would exit into the vortex. A little while later, a military grade transport, being escorted by Demiarchal Soldiers in crimson camouflage uniforms, would exit the vortex. This was three transports with three containers on each. These trucks moved slower, due to their escorts on foot. Another addition to these walls.

The orb would float around, zipping from wall to wall, examining everything going on. It was so excited now, despite the events earlier, that the walls had begun. Despite the slow start on the walls, the town part of the settlement was moving along great. It was getting brick and stone put on it, making it more attractive.

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"We chose Blackrock because, one: there is no big government around that would to much of a problem to the Demimraches work, Two: because this is a sparsely populated area, so no one would look here offend enough to disturbed Demigr- the Demimraches building, three: and this is a bit for me, there is little to no magical presence here, meaning that I would be basically unmatched when it came to a magical duel, and when your the Demimraches best mage, and the only one who could take him in a 1v1 fight, it helps not to have a local mages guild try to get in on your skills." he let it sink in for a moment and looked back at her, "As for why I..well...saved you, it was for two- no three reasons." He took a breath and began again, "The first one is that I was told to gather anyone who would, or could, help us. The second was because I could see you being useful to me and the Demimarch. As for the third reason....lets say I was impressed that you were able to move like that...and for the slightest of seconds I could see a spark of manna in you." He got up and stretched his legs, and walking around the tent, picked up his gear, and handed her hers. "I think we are gong to need this in the future, I have to report back to the damn floating ball, oh and don't worry about your wounds, bandages are of my own enchantment, should heal faster then normal." He lifted up his felt hand and spoke, "Why don't you introduce your self, Lysa." the Pocket watch that was his Grimorie let out a sigh and spoke lout enough for the girl to hear, "Hello miss, I am Lysa, other wise known as the Astil clock, or the freemasons pocked watch. Magical artifact, Middle sister to the other two Astil Grimorie, and currently in service to master Warren here."

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Mae stood up and looked thoughtfully at it. "Good Ræmus, I have never seen anything like this before. H-how do you do? I am called Mae. Mae Dawkins, Elven swordsmaster. It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance, Lysa." Suddenly the ground shook and she looked into the distance. A huge wall was being built, and an enormous drill was spinning into the ground. "What is that? Are they trying to trap us here?" She noticed the orb floating next to workers hefting supplies. She also noticed Alex, running in wolf form towards the construction site. She stretched her arms and walked out of the tent, squinting in the sun. Her mind was buzzing with thoughts. First of all, there was a dark presence that surrounded Jacob, which had bothered her from the start. She pulled out her mastersword, which she had been granted after slaying Malamus, the demon warlord. Jacob had a similar aura to Malamus's, though slightly less menacing. She turned around and looked at him as he combed his fingers through his hair. He didn't look demon... Mae shook the thought from her head, sheathed her sword, and grabbed her gear. There was no time for worrying. She slipped on her leather gloves and pulled on her cloak.

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The F-11X Apollo fighter is a short range high speed interceptor used by the Imperial Military, sometimes used to carry out reconnaissance and patrol missions.



"Litany of Fury, Papa One. I've completed entry procedures and am Oscar-Mike to target location." The pilot of the FX-1 Apollo commented into his radio as the small triangular craft finished it's descent through Blackrock's atmosphere.

"Roger that, Papa One; your orders are to investigate sensor anomalies on the planet and report back, the New Emperor wants an increased presence in this sector of space. Pray the Avaeons aren't setting up under our noses." The Lieutenant replied through the radio.

"Acknowledged, Papa One out."

The Pilot made a face, before he turned back to the Copilot, who was gesturing out the window towards what appeared to be a city under construction.

"Sensor anomalies are concentrated there, I suggest we turn down for a low pass, take some pictures." The Copilot suggested, while the pilot nodded.

He banked the Apollo sharply to the right, bringing it down several thousand feet in altitude; penetrating the cloud layer and banking sharply over the settlement below.

The shrill screech of the Apollo's engines filled the new city, likely catching the attention of anyone who could hear.

The craft passed over once, unknown to those below it had been taking pictures. Once it passed over it banked around yet again for another pass, before it began to circle the settlement.

"Whatever it is, it definitely is not one of ours.. Litany of Fury, Papa One. We have a situation here. I am transmitting photo and visual data now." The Pilot radioed.

"Papa One, Litany of Fury, we're receiving images; ETA is ten Millicentons for further investigation."

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Mae jumped at the sound of a loud rumbling and looked up at the sky. An aircraft of some sort was descending closer and closer to the ground. Under instinct, she began to run. Again. Hurriedly, she slid under an old piece of construction material. She began to mutter under her breath, and light appeared in her cupped hands. She was inside what appeared to be the old cockpit of a ship, taken off to be used for scrap. It was roomy enough for her to sit up. She blew into her hands and the light began to float around gently, as if a breeze were pushing it lightly to and fro. The rumbling of the ship was persistent. "I hope there aren't any government ships. They would be after me in seconds." Mae whispered to herself. She could hear the faint sound of Jacob's voice calling her name. She tried to think of a way to send him a message of some sort. Then again, She thought, He doesn't seem to be the most trustworthy guy. What if he just wants to kill me? No, nonsense. Why would he go to the trouble of saving my life if he was just going to take it again... Mae began to pack sand around the cracks of light near the bottom edges of the cockpit, to conceal her from view. She lay on her back, almost in the fetal position. The light danced about slowly, and she touched it gently with her finger, making it change to a deep green and send tiny sparks dancing outwards, slowly fading into nothingness.

She was in complete darkness, meaning the sand was packed well. She formed the sphere of light again and let it dance like it did before. Suddenly the sound of heavy footsteps made her jump. Someone was standing on the wreckage she was hiding under. She held her breath, hoping that she wouldn't be found...

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Merek appeared far from the ship that was beginning what looked to be a reconnaissance of the city he was sent to. His common sense for the most part he turned off when he decided it would be a good idea to appear in the upper atmosphere of the planet above the ship. This brought him plummeting down towards the city he had put up a barrier over his armor to protect him from the both G forces and his rapid entry down. The warrior still caught ablaze leaving behind a smoke trail and a fire trail that from a distance would remind a man of wings.

He shifted the dive head first with one arm pointed straight out with sword in hand creating the vortex in front of him. Merek constantly shifted his trajectory towards that of the ship. Hitting it would mean quite a catastrophe for all parties involved while even a near miss would be enough to rock the ship. The warrior kept his other hand near his chest holding onto a sickle like weapon. not long enough to be a scythe but not short enough to be considered a kusarigama. It could be considered a pick of sorts but with barbs on the inside of the blade for gripping and shredding.

His voice would also rattle downwards towards the city as he let out his own battle cry which he fortified and amplified with his magic to make the noise more powerful and allow all to know his presence.

"I AM THE FLAMES OF INFERNO, FORGED OF WAR!" His voice boomed forth.

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The orb, as well as all Demiarchals who were not building the wall, would look upwards as the first loud scream from the jet's engines would rip through the valley. Then there was another scream from the jet, and the Demiarchal's stare wouldn't cease. After the jet seemed to be gone, the area would become very hectic for the new few days.

The foremans over the wall construction began to yell, "Demiarchals!! We have been greeted by someone in the sky. It's time to move it!! Get your asses to it and give it all you have! We have to get these walls done!!"

Over in the distance, near the vortex, Deminaughts were discussing what they would do military wise. They all came to the same conclusion, to prepare for the worst. Three of the Deminaughts would enter the portal, disappearing for a matter of minutes. While they were through the vortex, the trucks containing the remainder of the materials for the wall would come through. Along with these material transports were transport vehicles containing and estimated twenty work Demiarchals.

When all the material trucks and new additions of workers for the wall were through, they would immediately unload. Unloading the traffic jam of transports would move rather quickly due to the additional sixty workers. When the last transport canister was unloaded, all the transports would take off like a stampede, rushing back for the vortex.

One of the foremans would meet with the supply transports as he waited for his chance to leave, "Who in the hell told you to bring all that shit in now?! You just took up all our room. It's going to be almost impossible to navigate this mess!"

The driver returned, "Deminaught Command Center took control of supply transport. They said all materials and equipment needed out because they were directing the vortex to a military base or something...anyways, you all better hurry. Who know's why whatever they were talking about flew over."

"Damn jet! Just had to fly over and spook everyone. Now we gotta bust our ass for a 'just in case' situation..." The foreman spoke.

The driver laughed and finally pulled out, being the last transport in line. When all the transports were through, the three Deminaughts would exit the vortex. Behind these Deminaughts, large transports, seven to be exact, decorated in a crimson camouflage, would exit, carrying thirty soldiers each. Behind these transports were different pieces of armor.

The first large pieces of military armor was nine GT - Arachnids. Following this was nine BN - Hex Shields. Fourteen BN - Diablos would then roll through followed up by about twenty two BN - Wolverines. About six BN - Corruptions would exit, followed by six GT - Duck Hunters.

All the military armor and soldiers would take formations as they waited for the remainder of the equipment to come through. Four military supply mass transports would exit, having four transport canisters behind them. Smaller vehicles containing six workers and tools would follow these transports. When the transports reached their spots, the laborers would unload these military transports, which would contain weaponry, surveillance tech, building supplies, and one even contained some sort of black armored creature that looked like wolves, and at certain points on the body, would look like a purple stone that would glow. This transport would be greeted by troops once the laborers opened it and unloaded.

The military aspect of this base would now begin. Large drills would begin tunneling into the ground at different points. Around these tunnels, the Demiarchals would begin their construction of the military aspect. Whatever they were doing at this point would be underground, and shortly, the holes would be hidden by armored military structures.

The construction on the walls was moving very fast due to the excess of laborers. The steel work was about 67% complete. With this, the masonry decided to begin work again since the steel work was much above their heads. While the wall was being built, more scaffold was going up. On the bottom, the laborers and soldiers would begin installing the military equipment that was previously delivered. This was mainly surveillance, turrets, and cannons that would be installed in the wall.

The orb would move to one of the Deminaughts, "We're going to have to make this happen. Maybe they were peaceful, but we have to be cautious."

The Deminaught chided back, "If the jet only flew across once, I wouldn't worry. But like us, there's only one reason to fly over something more than once; you saw something. I'm hoping that whatever is yelling up there is for us."

The orb glowed a bit, "That is Merek. He will be assisting us in building this base and training a new force. Demigrem must find this situation more vital than even I thought."

The Deminaught responded, "Yes, if he sent two, then we need to be ready. I'll go through and have them to prepare the industrial military buildings. We need to start producing equipment if we want to have a chance at survival here because I really don't think whoever it is will welcome us."

"You are right. While you have them prepare, have them ready a few small BN air ships ready. Doesn't matter which ones, just something for air communication to keep them from coming to the ground without warning." The orb responded.

The Deminaught would salute and slightly bow to the orb before he would rush through the vortex. Construction production increased rapidly, taking what was planned for a three month construction complete date, would now have to be completed in a matter of a couple weeks. For now, the Demiarch settlement would work their asses off to get this done. They didn't know whether they were welcomed or not, but they knew they had been spotted, and they had work to do.

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The Singular Apollo fighter banked hard for another pass, until the Copilot noticed an alarm, and a flickering beacon.

"Sir, we have an incoming missile!" The Copilot screamed, while the Pilot nodded.

"I see it..." He said, banking the Apollo sharply to the right. "Hit the countermeasures and go full burn! We're falling back!"

The Pilot grabbed the control stick as Merek began to rapidly gain on the aircraft. "Activating stealth countermeasures." The Copilot said, while refractive panels on the Apollo began to bend the light with a magnetic field, the Apollo began to shimmer like sunlight on water, before it disappeared entirely. A moment later it's afterburners kicked in, and the craft rapidly began to climb at supersonic speeds.

Before Merek could level his attack on the singular fighter; it would vanish.




AHSC Reverence II Litany of Fury
The Fringes of the Blackrock System
Commander Amelia Montrose



Commander Montrose watched in silence as the photos and video from the Apollo scrolled across her command display interface. The organized chaos of a Reverence II's CIC buzzed about around her, while she navigated through the pictures with swift hand gestures.

"Interesting." She said as she swiped to another picture.

"An Alien civilization is constructing some kind of colony on Blackrock." She said, turning to her XO, whom offered a slight nod.

"All hands report they're ready for jump." The XO reported, and Montrose nodded.

"Alright, let's roll." She said, bringing up the shipboard AI. "AI, Set FTL course to Blackrock, situate us in high orbit, and then put us above the alien settlement." She said, before she picked up the intercom, her slender fingers wrapping around the microphone.

"All hands, action stations!" She called out, before she seated the device back into it's receptacle, it was then the lights dimmed to red, and the entire Reverence II came to life, with personnel going to their stations, bringing the ship to combat readiness. The Alarms began to klaxxon all throughout the ship before she nodded to the AI.

"Jump."

It was a few moments, Amelia could feel her stomach knot up before there was a lapse, and everything began to level out.

"Commander, we've arrived at the target designation."

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Blackrock
Demiarchal Colony


For those on the surface, the Reverence II's arrival was signaled with a deafening crack, roughly an hour after the small fighter had been sighted, the massive 30km long Reverence II jumped into the skies of Blackrock above the Demiarchals settlement.

The sheer size of this ship was enough to instill fear in even the mightiest of commanders, as she stretched nearly completely across the sky, and her size completely blotted out the sun as it cast a dark shadow over the Demiarchal colony.

The Reverence II slowly settled itself into the upper atmosphere, while Commander Montrose was overseeing a three-dimensional hologram of the city below, the AI highlighting points of interest, while the tunnels below were revealed through high-powered sensors mounted on the Reverence.

"Shields up, full power, all weapons batteries should consider their targets, but do not fire." Montrose ordered, before she brought up a large display.

"Broadcast a transmission on all frequencies." She ordered, but was promptly interrupted by a Lieutenant.

"Sir! Ground teams are assembled and ready for gravity lift deployment, CAG reports all bombers are ready for launch." He said, saluting, while Montrose nodded.

"Very good, return to your station."

"Commander, we're broadcasting on all channels." The AI reported.

"Very good.. alright, bring me up." She said, and the AI nodded, while the Commander began to speak.

"Attention unidentified alien colonists, this is the Litany of Fury, this world is under the jurisdiction of the United Aschen Empire, identify yourselves and explain why you have trespassed upon this world. You have thirty seconds to reply or we will commence military operations to remove you from this planet."

"Sir, i'm detecting some kind of transportation vortices throughout the colony." The AI reported, and Montrose nodded. "Calibrate the Jump inhibitor and the Planck Packs, shut it down."

The AI nodded, and the Reverence began to power up it's Inhibitors, a few moments later a powerful field surged fourth from the ship above, the Planar stabilization field would likely prevent teleportation, be it magical, or technological. This would be evidenced by the Demiarchals vortex being shut down, and forced to collapse which would effectively cut them off from their source until either the ship was destroyed, or the Aschen deactivated the field.

The field was powerful, and would likely overcome even the most powerful attempts to reopen a vortex, for the stronger the energy, it seemed the stronger the field would become, stabilizing everything on the quantum level, and preventing everything from teleportation, to full fledged Hyperspace jumps.

Immediately following the engagement of Aschen Inhibitors, the massive turbo-disruptor batteries on the underside of the ship began to traverse, swiveling on their emplacements to bear down onto the city below, each turbo-disruptor at full power carried enough energy to flatten entire city blocks, and with 750 of these massive batteries on the ventral side of the ship, it could level staggering firepower onto the city below in a very short period of time.

Lastly, a flash appeared on the bow of the vessel, and a milky white barrier flashed from bow to stern, before completely vanishing, obfuscating attempts to scan the ship. The Ship's massive shields were up at full power.

There was silence save for the low rumble of the ship's engines, and the threatening tone of Commander Montrose's Transmission.

There was silence on the Bridge too, as Montrose awaited a reply, her hand hovering over the city as she selected targets.

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Merek cursed himself as he flew past the ship without even scraping it's hull with either his sword or the sickle like pick. The demi god also did not plan for his landing which he didn't seem too worried about as he was rushed towards the ground in a blaming ball of fire. Instead of merely hitting the ground and causing the crater before him he whispered a few incomprehensible sounds which he wasn't even sure they would work but had heard Aeson do such the same thing in the past. His movement began to slow enough and when finally contacting the ground he merely skidded a few hundred feet leaving a deep gash in the sand from where his sword acted as an anchor.

His armor remained intact from the magical barrier, with his body staying together pretty well from the hasty crash. He stood up sheathing the sword with the sickle pick dissipating in his hands.

"Here I was thinking that would work entirely too well. Maybe I can create wings now and fly hopefully. Still is a shame these technologically advanced races can beat us." Merek finished brushing himself off before looking around and finally turning to look at the city.

"I better start running if I wanna get here in time for this fight." His gaze had also shifted to the ship that now hovered up above the city.

Merek's pace was anything but normal as he took off leaving behind him a trail of dust and sand his legs kicked up as he seemed to fly towards the city. By time he reached the city and walls being constructed he didn't even notice the vortex being shut down. The man didn't even bother to use a door as he simply jumped over the wall in a feat of inhuman strength.

The landing on the opposite side of the wall ended in a small crater with Merek in a kneeling position in the crimson blood plated armor with white trim. He looked quite the warrior and leader though he wasn't much of the latter as he stood up his swords sheathed and the shield strapped firmly on his back.

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"Son of a mother fucking bitch" cursed Jacob as he watched the world around him almost literally go to hell. First, the scout fighter came out of nowhere, then the elf ran off, next came the unknown fighter, booming off a challenge. But the straw that broke the captains back was the sudden appearance of a large capital ship appearing over head. He looked at the colony and took a deep breath. He looked at Lysa, till tied to his palm, and asked "Any thing, Lysa?", the Astil artifact hummed for a moment, her own tune, and spoke "My best estimates put it at a battle cruiser class ship or maybe a planetary assault ship, basically a vary large, vary heavily armed, ship of the line. Think is size alone would be just a bit much for you take out, also, im getting some type of hybrid elemental/technological field that's stopping me from creating any portals, I could still jump us back home, but they would see the energy surge and would most likely kill us with the sheer amount of guns on its underside." Jacob grimaced and spoke again, "Do you think you could get me into the sips internal coms?", The Grimorie worked her magic, forcing it way through the ship magical barrier, which was admit ably hard, but her being an Astil artifact, shoe could work through most magic. "Im in, your on when your ready". "Good, maybe I can talk some sense in to these people." He lifted up the watch to his face and spoke, waving his other arm in a gesture he hoped one of the gun cams on the underside of the ship would see.

"Attention Litany of Fury, this is a stand down call and a call of Pease, we mean no harm, please for the ever-loving hell stand your guns down and hear me the hell out. I am Demiarchal Warren, reprehensive of the Demimarch empire here on this...for lack of a better term, rock that is Blackrock, Please respond, over"

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Jacob heard the commotion in the yet-to-be-finished colony and cursed again. He began running towards it and managed to scale the wall in time to see an unknown figure land in the center of the colony, the many laborers paying little attention to the unknown warrior, but snapping to attention when Jacob landed. "For the love of Christ, get back to your jobs" he waved of the workers who turned back to there jobs and turned to the unknown man and spoke "Listen dude, I have had one hell of a morning, so if you could tell me why the hell you just made a crater in my colony and why the hell are you the only other magical being I can see here?" Lysa spoke to him telepathically, "I would be care full with this one master, I can see is aura, and he's a strong one, in strength, and in magic, nothing you shouldn't be able to handle though. " She added the last bit in a cheerful voice that sent a chill down his spine. Damn clock had yet to cease scaring him sometimes. So he stood there, hand ready at his kunai, other ready to activate his archive if need be, waiting for this to return his question.

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Mae heard most of the commotion cease and she peered out a rusted hole of the metal. She saw Jacob standing in from of what looked like a knight of some sort. Hearing Jacob's words, one phrase stuck. my colony... "That's odd. I thought it was that head Demimarch guy that was forming the colony." She could sense that the other man had a strong aura around him. Mae lifted the wreckage gently and swiftly slid back out from under it. She unsheathed her Archænian Mastersword. Jogging over to the two men, she held her sword at the ready. Only about 30 feet away, she began to whisper. Lysa, Lysa can you hear me? It's Mae. "For Ræmus's sake, I hope this works..." Tell Jacob not to try and take this guy down. He looks to be semi-mortal. She knelt on the ground and cut herself with her sword, watching her blood pool in her hand. She filled a small vial with it, and them promptly wrapped her hand in Jacob's enchanted bandages. Pulling some herbs out of her pouch she placed them in the flask. Aklë morokk shævinn Her words slipped off her tongue. The flask began to glow the slightest bit. The enchantment was working. [i]Aklë morokk shævinn/i] It glowed even brighter, and she placed it in her pocket. She grabbed a wriggling desert rat and skillfully tied the vial to its back. Scaring it in the direction of Jacob, she scrambled behind a rock. The potion she sent him was just a simple healing potion, but she hoped it would help him. (Don't worry, I don't use magic that often, and even so, it's not very powerful. I hate god-modding too, so I won't, like, wipe out a whole nation with the flick of a thumb or anything...)